I've heard of measuring cups of water exploding when the user tries to remove them from a microwave (the water becomes superheated and doesn't boil).

But my worst disaster was many years ago when I was raising chickens. I decided to feed a bunch of chopped-up, hard-cooked eggs to my chickens.

I placed a couple of dozen eggs in a heavy-duty garbage bag and zapped them. Pretty soon I heard explosions in the microwave (the eggs were exploding). I stopped the microwave and removed the bag, but they would still occasionally explode as I was trying to take them outside. Let me tell you, exploding eggs are dangerous and no joking matter. They were like little hand grenades, complete with shrapnel and pieces of very hot egg white slicing through the bag. Can you say, "WMD?"

Biggest disaster is what it did to my moms cooking. From a decent, if disinterested cook, she lost all understanding of what real food tasted like through it's use. I recall one week, where we had Chicken leg, jacket potato and sweetcorn each of the seven days... with each item in the same position for every meal. AAAARRGGHH!!!

Larry Greenly wrote:I've heard of measuring cups of water exploding when the user tries to remove them from a microwave (the water becomes superheated and doesn't boil).

But my worst disaster was many years ago when I was raising chickens. I decided to feed a bunch of chopped-up, hard-cooked eggs to my chickens.

I placed a couple of dozen eggs in a heavy-duty garbage bag and zapped them. Pretty soon I heard explosions in the microwave (the eggs were exploding). I stopped the microwave and removed the bag, but they would still occasionally explode as I was trying to take them outside. Let me tell you, exploding eggs are dangerous and no joking matter. They were like little hand grenades, complete with shrapnel and pieces of very hot egg white slicing through the bag. Can you say, "WMD?"

Moral: don't do that.

Uh, Larry? The microwave incident was bad enough, but tell me this:

Why did you think it would be a good idea to feed...eggs...to chickens?

Stuart Yaniger wrote:My comment wasn't meant to be about the image, it was just a fun link. There must be an updated version of the stoned babysitter legend, with a microwaved baby substituting for the baked one.

I have my own version of the stoned babysitter story, but it doesn't involve microwaves....

I used to drop a cicada into the flock and watch all hell break loose when one chicken (with the cicada) would run around with all the other ones after her trying to snag her treat.

Oh, I don't mind bugs. And being originally a farm boy, I'm not even overly concerned with the crap (literally) that they'll eat.

It's just that some people might find it odd that you're feeding chickens minced up chicken fetuses for their delectation. I know, I know, the chickens don't mind (because a good case can be made for chickens not having a mind), but....I mean, gosh.

And isn't that how Mad Cow disease got started???

Of course, I also heard that Tom Cruise was planning to eat the baby's placenta, so what the hey!

Stuart Yaniger wrote:My comment wasn't meant to be about the image, it was just a fun link. There must be an updated version of the stoned babysitter legend, with a microwaved baby substituting for the baked one.

I have my own version of the stoned babysitter story, but it doesn't involve microwaves....

The way I heard it, the babysitter wasn't the only one stoned at the time.

Ian Sutton wrote:Biggest disaster is what it did to my moms cooking. From a decent, if disinterested cook, she lost all understanding of what real food tasted like through it's use. I recall one week, where we had Chicken leg, jacket potato and sweetcorn each of the seven days... with each item in the same position for every meal. AAAARRGGHH!!!

You'll not be surprised to hear I don't own one!

regards

Ian

Ian, Larry's question immediately conjured up a bad memory of a mother-in-law meal but after reading your account, there's no point. You've got me beat by about four days.

My wine shopping and I have never had a problem. Just a perpetual race between the bankruptcy court and Hell.--Rogov

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Oh, I don't mind bugs. And being originally a farm boy, I'm not even overly concerned with the crap (literally) that they'll eat.

It's just that some people might find it odd that you're feeding chickens minced up chicken fetuses for their delectation. I know, I know, the chickens don't mind (because a good case can be made for chickens not having a mind), but....I mean, gosh.

And isn't that how Mad Cow disease got started??? [/quote]

I like to weird out people by referring to their eggs as boneless chicken or unborn chickens.

In my case, the eggs weren't quite minced-up fetuses because I had no roosters. And don't forget that eggs are pretty complete nutritionally, with the exception of Vit C. I also added the ground-up shells back in their diet to help replace their calcium from egg-laying.

Mad Cow (BSE) was started by adding meat supplements derived from another mammalian species (sheep) that were suffering from scrapie, a related disease--otherwise, we'd have to worry about those disease-causing prions every time we ate eggs or even fish fetuses (caviar).

Before our kitchen remodel we had a huge clunker of a microwave that we could put foil wrap into. So, when I got my cute, little, built-in Kitchen Aid microwave, I put a piece of foil wrap inside with some fish. The foil wrap was touching the side of the unit and sparked. It turned the finish all black where it was touching. I was sick. We cannot remove the mark, I had the microwave guy out to check my oven and it was fine, except for the black mark. It bugs me every time I open the door. I think I put something in there with plastic wrap one time, and it melted all over the food. The only thing I use it for is reheating leftovers, and defrosting.

Mad Cow (BSE) was started by adding meat supplements derived from another mammalian species (sheep) that were suffering from scabies, a related disease--otherwise, we'd have to worry about those disease-causing prions every time we ate eggs or even fish fetuses (caviar).

Wasn't it scrapie?

Scabies is my biggest fear in life. We learned about it graphically in health class in 9th grade and I've never gotten over it lol

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